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As regular readers will know, I'm not a great lover of exposure or scary high places although have managed to get through what we've done together so far, sometimes with more, sometimes with less enthusiasm. ..in the last couple of years I have seen my confidence in such pursuits steadily crumble - partly lack of practice (too many easy hills and little subs) and partly, perhaps a filling up of the "bottle of fear" that some guides talk about. I have avoided doing certain routes and baulked at others in the past few months. And of course, each negative event puts a bit more fear into the bottle. I was having a discussion about this with my mother last week, saying that I didn't know whether to try and build my scrambling confidence or whether just to focus on enjoying long walks, like we've been doing of late. She had the view that maybe I shouldn't bother any longer with taking the risks of scrambling over stuff - surely I've done enough in the past? I thought that if I had an injury or physical impediment, I would regard this advice as sensible, but I'm in much the same physical shape as when I was doing ridges and stuff - the impediments are purely mental ones. And, having worked as a psychiatrist for a third of a century, I really ought to be able to do something about that
This weekend had a rather amorphous, undefined feel to it - I was supposed to be meeting up with Allison, I thought, on Saturday morning when she was heading back down from her week's holiday in Torridon - I reckoned we could meet up in Kintail and do the Sisters +/- Sgurr na Sgine. That would give me a couple days on my own for Corbetts. I set off, in grey skies, mid-morning on Thursday to do Meall Dubh, when Allison contacted me to say why didn't I just join them in Torridon tonight? With a cracking weather forecast, I didn't need much persuasion. But I'd do my Corbett as planned first.
Now, if you could do any Corbett en route from Greenock to Kinlochewe, in the most superb weather, chances are you wouldn't select Meall Dubh, a rather non-descript lump surrounded by a wind farm on the right of the T junction from Invergarry to Kintail. But I had routed it out, to include a Simm, and I thought I would just continue with the plan. I made use of the wind farm tracks in my route, which means you have only about 1km without track to the summit rather than a traipse over boggy/tussocky ground approaching from elsewhere. It does add on a few kilometres, but I wasn't caring. There's a lay-by across from the wind farm entrance and I set off, having changed into my shorts given the sun was blisteringly hot, at around 2.30. The drive up had been frustratingly slow - the White Slugs of the road in profusion including a particularly frustrating one that wouldn't drive above 35mph and wouldn't pull over to let the ever growing queue behind I'm pass by - and also some oddities: a man in a recumbent bike covered in a capsule near Fort William; a tall guy with a big rucksack pushing another guy in a wheelchair along the road on Rannoch Moor. Just thinking about how scary that must have been, and how dangerous made me grue. I needed some fast paced walking to calm down...
Not a great deal to say about this walk - surprisingly enough there were no other hillwalkers encountered, although there were quite a few workies driving down in vans from the turbines. As I gained height the Loch Quoich and Loch Arkaig hills presented themselves, with a bit of blue haze. It really was very hot indeed. I summited my Simm, which was just beside the track then followed the road to the turbine below Druim nan Eun. There's a fence line to follow to the summit of Meall Dubh, with a deer track, so didn't even encounter tussocks there. The easiest way I've done this particular hill. Going down wasn't so clever - I went a bit too directly north, spotting a track, but this was actually for a hydro scheme and I should have gone a bit more NE to join the track where I wanted to go. Even here it wasn't too wet underfoot, and I rejoined the track I'd intended without much problem. I returned to the car, had some Huel and a coffee, then started the drive up to Kinlochewe.
Meall Dubh
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Beinn Loinne looking almost surrounded by water
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It was a glorious evening, with the sinking sun staining the sky orange as I drove down towards Loch Maree. Craig and Allison had been enjoying good weather all week - lucky sods! We spoke about what to do the following day, settling on Spidean Coire nan Clach and the two eastern Tops of Beinn Eighe, via the Black Carls. I'd done these before, but in winter, with a guide as part of a winter mountaineering course - apart from one slightly tricky move at the end, I couldn't remember there being much problem with them. So I went off to bed feeling not too anxious.
A fabulous morning beckoned - there had been an inversion early on, but by the time we left the cottage and walked along the nature trail path Beinn Eighe was looking beautiful in the blue sky. It's quite something to be able to walk to a mountain like this from your front door - Kinlochewe wouldn't be the worst place in the world to live...The nature reserve was looking fine and we crossed over the Allt a'Chuirn without mishap. By this time I was starting to feel apprehensive about what lay ahead, and imagined I was like Isaac being led up the mountain by his father to his doom. Note to self - this isn't helpful self talk
We got to the summit of Creag Dhubh after what seemed a very long time and looked out at the pinnacles, which had gone from being slight irregularities in the mountain ridge, harmless and untroubling, to being ferocious knobbles over which I would have to drag my reluctant body, all the time knowing that the last one, with its "10 metre wall" was the worst one.
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You can just see the Black Carls, looking sweet from here
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Slioch
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Not quite so sweet and innocent now...
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A truly great hill
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Fair Dhuibe and Sgurr Ban
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I made use of the gorgeous views around me to distract myself from what lay ahead, as we set off along the crest of the ridge for the first obstacle. And it was alright
In fact I actually quite enjoyed the experience of going along the ridge. Good blocks of stone in the necessary places, handholds you could trust...I told myself I was able to do this, I'd done it before, I could make it along. When we came to the final pinnacle I did have a dry mouth. If memory serves, last time I went straight up the face, but then I was on a rope and had axe and crampons out. We looked at one possible way up on our left, didn't fancy it much, then another, easier looking line, just a little further to our left offered itself. And was easy enough to climb. Quickly, we found ourselves on the Top of Sgurr nan Fhir Duibhe, where there were 4 ladies taking photos - they'd climbed directly up from the road. Apparently that's a route in the SMC book. We ate lunch, me feeling majorly relieved, then set off for Sgurr Ban. The descent's a bit bouldery, but otherwise alright. Neither of us had done the section from here to Spidean Coire nan Clach, but there's a clear path and no difficulties whatsoever.
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The final block
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Looking back on the Carls
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Summit Sgurr Ban
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When we got to the Munro summit there were quite a lot of folk milling around. Allison was talking to a guy who was looking over at Liathach with trepidation - he didn't like ridges or exposure, but his wife was much more comfortable with them. The heat was considerable, the views breathtaking and we reckoned it would be a shame not to continue on to Ruadh Stac Mor when we had opportunity. On the way down we passed a couple of guys on their way up - after passing us one (Chris) turned round and called out hi to "the Weasels" - I don't think we'e ever been name checked in that way on the hills before, but we like it
We took the usual route via Coinneach Mhor, stopping off at the Top which presides over the Triple Buttress and Fuselage Gully. On our way back to do Ruadh-Stac Mor we met the man and his wife, who were planning to head off the hill from Coinneach Mhor...as far as I know both routes off from there (down Fuselage Gully or across the 'bad step" to Sail Mhor) are quite fierce, and maybe not the best if you don't like ridges? Anyway that's where they went. We continued on the the second Munro - and discussed our return options...I didn't fancy the scree run down into Coire Mhic Fhearchair and a significantly longer walk back round the west of the mountain - we decided to head back to Spidean Coire nan Clach and go down the Coire an Laoigh route (4 miles less), despite this adding on some ascent. On the way back I found a bypass route along the eastern side of Coinneach Mhor that probably saves 50m ascent - Allison didn't notice I'd gone off that way til she'd got to the top of Coinneach Mhor. We were both out of water by this time, having drained our supplies due to the heat of the day. I was having daydreams about iced drinks...
Spidean
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That brooding old beast, Liathach
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Ruadh-Stac Mor
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The descent down into Coire an Laoigh is pretty eroded at the top section and needs a bit of care - restoration work needed here please. We were able to top up our water from the stream, which was welcome. We got back to the car park, but were, of course, walking back to the cottage. Five hot miles along the road, with a fair amount of traffic on it. And as we neared Kinlochewe, midges to contend with too. An almost 11 hour day, but a good one, and my spirits were lifted a bit of the old confidence front.
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I was having issues with my GPS - we didn't just materialise 600m up the hillside, I promise
Saturday morning - all the hills were hiding under a cloud. We'd agreed to do Spidean a'Choire Leith, along with the two eastern Tops, on Liathach today, having previously done Mullach an Rathain on its own when doing Meall Dearg and the Northern Pinnacles. I was sure I could cope with just half of Liathach. Car park was full by the time we pitched up after clearing out the cottage, and we had to park a bit down the road. I mused how different the glen looked with mist hiding all the mountains, although occasional glimpses of brighter light from above made me wonder if we'd get an inversion, or if the cloud would at least burn off by the time we got up. The path up is enjoyable, and we met a guy on his way down who told us there was an inversion, with the whole ridge poking through...up we went with a little more spring in the step and sure enough, after about 800m we broke through into sunlight. At the narrow bealach you reach which splits to go east to the Top or west to the ridge we had Brocken Spectres- this was the first place we'd ever seen them, so it was nice to have that encounter again. The summit of Stuc a'Choire Dhiubh Bhig was a wonderful viewpoint for the inversion over Beinn Eighe and, of course, the western ridge of Liathach doesn't look bad from here (because you can't see any of the pinnacles
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Mist down as we set off up the hill
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Spectre
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Stuc a Choire Dhuibh Bhig
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Continuing with our mission we returned to the main ridge and went over the first Top. My memory of the section to the first Munro is of nothing challenging, but there were narrow places and lots of angular boulders to overcome before we could set foot on Spidean a'Choire Leith and "even up" the blue balloons on Liathach. We stood there quite a time. I knew Allison would want to do the full ridge, and part of me wanted that too. Looking down into the amphitheater of the Am Fasarinen pinnacles, holding the cloud like a huge bowl of soup, I wasn't sure...but then I knew if I didn't try it I'd be back at square one as regards my mindset on mountain fear. So, after thinking long and hard, I said Yes, well go for it.
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Those pinnacles...
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Spidean a'Choire Leith
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Am Fasarinen
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We didn't get off to the best start - I took what looked like the path off the NW side of the summit, whereas the WH route goes over the boulders on the NE side. The path I'd chosen was very sandy and loose, with a rather uncomfortable drop below. I took my time. Whilst gingerly descending, I noticed a group of folk on the bypass path round the first pinnacle - they seemed to be there for a very long time and I wondered if someone had become frozen to the spot, unable to go on or back. By the time we got to the narrow bealach before the first pinnacle, there were only a couple of guys left, one who came up to us and told us a woman had had a slip and hurt her ribs - nothing to be done, MRT were on their way and they didn't want or need any additional help. This guy had just come over Meall Dearg and the Northern Pinnacles, having watched various videos on Youtube including one with a "auld wifie of 45 or 50 doing them"...he was talking to an auld wifie of just that age (and a much older manny) and indeed didn't look much shy of that age himself, unless he'd had a particularly tough paper round.
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So on we went down towards the first pinnacle. Allison had a mildly hairy moment on a down climb before we reached it, which made her a bit jelly legged, although it didn't trouble me much - recognising that if she'd fallen there she'd only have gone down a couple of feet without danger of slipping off the mountainside. We got to the first pinnacle, although I avoided the very narrow exposed slab I remembered having done first time round, I was fairly pleased with how I was managing so far. I had banished negative self talk like "you can't do this" "you're going to slip" "you're going to die" and replaced it with "You can do this, you've been over here before, lots of people do this mountain without problems, find the footholds, and the handholds, they're there"
Whilst we were scrambling over, we could hear the guy who was with the casualty on the phone to MR, which was a bit odd - he was just below us, sheltered in a nook on the upper bypass path.
Helicopter coming in for rescue
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We continued on, taut but with some sense of enjoyment. We hadn't got much further along before we heard the sound of the helicopter coming in - they were quick!! The aircraft hovered for a short period, then flew off for a couple of circuits of Glen Torridon, having presumably dropped off a medic +/- a stretcher, and it came back shortly after to pick the casualty up. By this time the mist had risen and was obscuring the pinnacle she was underneath, but it didn't seem much of a hurdle for the MR team. We felt very impressed with the way they'd responded and made a mental note to make a donation to Torridon MRT - with that sense that it could easily be you...
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Meall Dearg and the Northern Pinnacles
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We continued on our way - there were a couple of squeaky moments where anxiety came up, especially on the climb up to the highest pinnacle where there was an awkward looking shabby rock to be climbed without great looking holds...but I kept my cool and moved out to my right, where there were great hand holds and got up. Again, positive self talk, not looking at the drop, made a difference. Having reached the summit of Am Fasarinen I knew it was all plain sailing from here on, and breathed a big sigh of relief and exhilaration. I'm very quiet when about to do scary stuff, but become quite garrulous, I think, after it's all over. I'd done Liathach - this time without a posse of (slightly) more experienced mates or a guide on a course. At the top of Mullach an Rathain we were caught up by a guy from Durham, who'd picked a good few days to take on holiday, having high camped on Am Bodach and done the Aonach both ways earlier in the week. He was loving the experience of Liathach, saying the pinnacles reminded him of something from Peru - which I've thought too...that scene that opens Herzog's Aguirre, Wrath of God where the natives are transporting the Spanish invaders down from Machu Picchu.
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The path down has been improved considerably from our last visit (which was about 6 years ago) and we came off the hill in high spirits. We camped in the trees near the foot of the hill, the official campsite being rammed full. Midges were bad, but otherwise a quiet evening - no camper vans turning up to haunt us with rave music. However, neither of us slept well, feeling sticky and sweaty in the close air.
Sunday was a breezier morning, cooler than the last few days, but the skies were still blue and gave promise of another fine day. We had options as to what to do - there were the Munro Tops of Sail Mhor and Meall Dearg, but the latter was maybe pushing my new found confidence a little too far. Best plan, psychologically, was to consolidate the gains of the last two days by doing something with a bit of challenge, but not too much. The Horns of Alligin should fulfil this requirement, as well as providing me with another 2 Munros for my third round. Allison has been up Alligin four times before, but - with it being her favourite mountain and all - wasn't complaining about another time around. We drove along to the Mhic Nobhaill carpark, which was already quite busy and prepared to set off. Which way round? I decided I would be better to do the Horns first and be able to relax for the Munros. I recalled we'd set off one icy morning, on the only clear day of a week we'd spent in Kinlochewe doing Grahams, to try the Horns but had to turn tail when it got a little too hairy in the snowy/icy conditions. None of those fears today though, it was still warm.
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We passed along the riverside noting clouds sitting on the the surrounding tops, but not on Alligin. Up to the lower section of An t-Sail Bheg and the easy scrambling begins. As we progressed over the Horns themselves we managed to find some more challenging options than we had intended, but again it was all good for the overall plan of testing myself out within the limits of comfort - there were always other options that could be taken. At the highest Horn we met a couple of girls we'd seen the day before on Liathach - they'd waited up on Mullach an Rathain to see the sunset, but been chased off by midges and keds.
Another important part of feeling more comfortable scrambling is trust in your boots - replacing my worn out Mammuts of last week with my grippy pair of Arcteryx
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We continued up the stony slopes of Sgurr Mhor, enjoying the fine views of Baosbheinn and Beinn an Eoin - I also spotted two summits to the south of Loch a'Bhealaich that appeared to be Simms - must check them out sometime
We lunched at the summit of Sgurr Mhor, where we were quickly joined by a number of folk that had come up from the opposite direction, one party with a drone - great day for drone shots, I imagine. We met more folk as we continued along to Tom na Gruagaich - a Welch lass with her lovely Welsh collie and an Eastern European sounding couple who asked how bad the Horns were. After we'd given a reply the guy started to warn us to take care on the section heading up to the summit of Tom which were "very tricky". I said to him that The Horns were a lot trickier than that, but he laughed and said he hoped not!
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We managed to make it up to the top of Tom, watched the clouds starting to come in and began the trek down into Coire nan Laogh. Allison was delighted to see that there's a new path, almost complete, leading down from the summit, which made the descent a good deal more benign than we were anticipating. Always a bonus. There were still folk heading up, including a couple of older gents we'd seen on Beinn Eighe, who were planning a summit camp, having spent the previous night at the top of Slioch. Great spots with this kind of weather
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New path
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Back at the car we shook out the muscles and prepared for what hopefully would be a stress free journey down the A9 - alas there was nose to tail first gear stuff from Bruar all the way past Dunkeld - I ended up taking the Amulree road out of sheer frustration, having spent 90 minutes driving at about 5 mph. So we didn't get home til almost 10pm, having had an apple and a bag of crisps, plus two squares of chocolate found in the glove compartment to sustain us. But never mind - it was a great weekend and one that hopefully has gone some way in restoring my ability to manage easy scrambles. I did have a re-read of the blog I posted when we did Liathach and Alligin first time round, back in 2013 - and noted how glib I'd been with my description of the scrambling - I don't know if that was how I really felt at the time or how I wanted to feel, but I know there was a time when my fear vs confidence was stacked quite differently from how it has been in recent times. I know I will never have a climber's nerve - I suspect that's something that is in part at least, innate - there's interesting research about the differences in the functioning of the amygdala (part of the brain that processes threat stimuli) in climbers and "normals" - I know which way mine is wired. But I do know that there are simple steps that one can take to improve confidence - I hope those from this lovely weekend persist for me.
